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Mr. Peng didn't touch red, but rather a sticky, damp sensation, carrying a woman's unique scent that wafted to his nose. He excitedly inhaled the alluring scent clinging to his fingers. He dragged the struggling Wang Xiaomei onto the bed, roughly tearing at her dress. Wang Xiaomei screamed loudly, struggling desperately. Mr. Peng, like a heavy tank, overturned and pinned her down. He ripped her dress to shreds, revealing her alluring body. The torn pieces of the dress scattered like crushed flower petals on her fragrant form.
This fragrant body was Mr. Peng's appetizer; he conquered her like an invader, taking possession of her.
Actually, Wang Xiaomei had taken off her clothes in the bathroom while showering. Because the bathroom was damp, she had placed her dress and underwear on the red carpet outside. Mr. Peng, taking advantage of her inattention, had carried her clothes into the room, intending for her to retrieve them. Furthermore, Wang Xiaomei was drunk and had forgotten where she had put her clothes.
On the Simmons mattress in the hotel, a small red flower bloomed—the vibrant blossoming of a virgin's flower, a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to bloom, yet this bald man had the honor of capturing that fleeting moment.
Wang Xiaomei sobbed, unable to swallow this humiliation. A pure young girl had been transformed by a capitalist.
Afterwards, Wang Xiaomei told her parents about Peng's rape. Her parents went to the head office, where General Manager Li berated Peng severely. In the end, Peng had to pay a sum of money to settle the matter.
Wang Xiaomei was transferred to the head office and became General Manager Li's secretary.
Peng had lost hope in Wang Xiaomei, but whenever he recalled her, a sweet feeling still welled up inside him. The fact that Wang Xiaomei was still a virgin was enough to make him yearn for her. In fact, many Chinese men have a virginity complex.
Without Wang Xiaomei, General Manager Peng set his sights on Hua Juan. Although Hua Juan was a married woman, she possessed a unique feminine charm, the kind of mature woman's allure. Such women were highly desirable, so he devised ways to approach her, frequently loitering outside her office. This led to the scene at the beginning. If Pang Ying hadn't barged in, he might have succeeded long ago. He cursed Pang Ying repeatedly, wanting to summon her and reprimand her. She had ruined his plans, he muttered to himself.
He then called Pang Ying to his office. Hua Juan answered the phone. He considered flirting with her for a while, but fearing she might be wary and it would hinder future work, he abandoned the idea.
"Hua Juan! This is General Manager Peng. Have Pang Ying come to my office; I need to speak with her,"
General Manager Peng said on the phone.
"Okay,"
Hua Juan replied.
After a while, there was a soft knock on the door. He knew it was Pang Ying, but he wasn't in a hurry to ask
who it was. He let her knock first. From the sound of the knocking, he knew the person was nervous, and that was exactly the kind of atmosphere he wanted—to make her feel nervous, to instill awe in her, so he could boss her around and give orders. "Who is it?"
President Peng sat down in his large executive chair, burying his entire body in it. His chair was spacious, and he leaned his head back against the chair.
"It's me, Pang Ying,"
came a trembling voice from outside the door. That was the effect he wanted. "Come in!"
Pang Ying tiptoed in. "President Peng, you wanted to see me?"
"Close the door behind you."
President Peng didn't move from his chair and ordered.
Pang Ying hurriedly turned around and closed the door. The hidden lock clicked, startling Pang Ying, who stared at President Peng with trepidation. Fortunately, Mr. Peng didn't look in her direction, but her face still inexplicably flushed.
Pang Ying, blushing, was incredibly alluring. Looking at the radiant Pang Ying, Mr. Peng felt secretly pleased and honored, for he had so many beautiful women under his command. Although he was happy inside, his face remained serious.
"Pang Ying, your business hasn't been doing well lately, the accounts are a mess. How are you doing as the head of the finance department? If you don't want to work here, just say so,"
Mr. Peng said sternly.
"Mr. Peng, it's the end of the month now, and we haven't been idle. You know how busy these last few days are, so we've accumulated some work."
"I don't care about the end of the month or the beginning of the month. If you get paid, you have to work wholeheartedly for me. Now is the time for downsizing, layoffs are inevitable, and I don't want you to be on the layoff list."
Mr. Peng lit a cigarette and took a deep drag. Looking at the trembling Pang Ying, he was very pleased; he wanted to continue teasing her.
Pang Ying had been standing ever since she entered President Peng's office. Since he hadn't offered her a seat, she couldn't sit and had to listen to his reprimand.
President Peng was a seasoned official, adept at manipulating people, and his control was impeccable. He slowly admired the still-attractive woman before him. Pang Ying wore a yellow dress, the fabric of which accentuated her already snow-white skin. Actually, President Peng preferred women with fair skin; whether a woman was pretty or not was irrelevant, what mattered most was her sex appeal. He liked sexy women. He hadn't really paid much attention to Pang Ying before, but now, upon closer inspection, he found her incredibly sexy: a voluptuous figure, fair skin, high breasts, a slender waist, full hips, and long, shapely legs. Especially her firm, elastic buttocks—they were his favorite feature. With her movements, they jiggled rhythmically, seemingly captivating his heart.
Actually, every woman has her own charm, it's just that it goes unnoticed. Looking closely
, Mr. Peng really did take a liking to her. "Mr. Peng, if there's nothing else, I'll go back?" Pang Ying felt a little flustered when she saw Mr. Peng's malicious gaze. She wanted to get out of his clutches as soon as possible.
"Ah, I forgot, please sit down, I have something to discuss with you."
Mr. Peng stood up, took a paper cup, filled a glass of water from the water dispenser, and placed it on the coffee table. Pang Ying followed suit and sat down on the sofa.
Just as Mr. Peng turned to return to his desk, a rich fragrance wafted over. He stopped beside her, inhaling the intoxicating scent deeply. He boldly said, "Pang Ying, you smell really good."
Pang Ying blushed instantly; this was pure flirting. "Mr. Peng, please show some respect."
"What did I do?"
Mr. Peng spread his hands, saying, "How strange, women are such sensitive creatures."
"If there's nothing else, I'll leave."
Pang Ying stood up.
"Don't go yet!" In his haste, President Peng's hand slid to her breasts. The soft, elastic flesh instantly aroused him, like the effects of a Viagra pill kicking in. He pulled Pang Ying into his arms.
Pang Ying screamed in surprise, but her scream only fueled his lust. He used his strength to lift her up, her legs trembling in the air, one of her white high-heeled sandals falling to the ground.
"Let me go, you pervert!"
Pang Ying struggled in his arms.
President Peng simply ignored her. Her fragrance wafted towards him, and he excitedly kissed her bright red lips, inching his way into the inner room.
The inner room was President Peng's resting room, luxuriously furnished, with a large Simmons mattress on a scarlet carpet. On this bed, President Peng had preyed on countless women. The room also had air conditioning and a crystal television.
Just as Mr. Peng was carrying Pang Ying into the inner room, she kept kicking her legs in resistance. However, it was to no avail; Mr. Peng still managed to throw her onto the Simmons mattress. She was a little dizzy from the fall. Mr. Peng let out a long sigh of relief as she lay sprawled on the bed, panting heavily. After all, a person's weight is around a hundred pounds, and carrying someone is truly a physical task, even for a woman.
Mr. Peng believed that once a woman lay on his bed, she was his woman, and he could do whatever he wanted with her.
Lying on the bed, Pang Ying's figure was exposed; her skirt was lifted, revealing her snow-white thighs and slightly upturned buttocks to Mr. Peng. He hadn't expected that the scenery beneath Pang Ying's skirt, who was usually unremarkable, was so beautiful and alluring. He impatiently stripped off her clothes; her fragrant and alluring body made him ecstatic and distracted. He climbed on top of her, wanting to demonstrate his martial arts skills, but she made a strange move that left him completely bewildered.

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